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Sunday, May 22, 2016

Amsterdam First Time Psychologist's Experience

"I checked out many of the souvenir shops, hoping to find one from France, where I was supposed to be. Looking for an anomaly..."

Wildly
differing from the virtual prisons of London and New York, the pubs can serve
alcohol at the early hour of 10am and prostitutes are available until after
midnight. The tourist district is almost perfectly arranged, in a capitalist
sort if way, with a misleading maze of shops housing the red light district
that offers cannabis, sex and other sightseeing opportunities unavailable in
the other, more offensive, regions of the world.

Amsterdam
is Europe's tallest standing and solitary-seeming pillar of debauchery: a place
that primarily still exists to show the people of its surrounding nations what they are
missing out on.

To go there is to experience a world of extortionately
expensive freedom, bankrupting in both finance, traditional pride and societal
decency. You can do the acts of a ‘devil’ here without any kind of legislative
repercussion - yet, if you do those things elsewhere you may lose your freedom
altogether.

Looking
to turn a prostitute into a wife, I wandered the district for hours, in search
of the undeniable. Sadly, there are many prostitutes who will refuse service to
certain men for certain reasons, lumping black faces (presumably paired with the
preconception of a painful monster-cock) into the same denied group as unwashed
vagrants. You may be surprised at the tightness of some of their boxes.

One comforting
revelation is how the environment has manifested a difference in the
mentalities of the pigeons, that which may be called intellectual progression,
with their seemingly preferred on-foot fearless weaving - which is un-wavered by
passers-by, apes attempting toe-punts or the risks of traffic. Often attempting
to hold forts on the sidewalks on the allowance of the people who respect their
rightful positioning as hosts of equal residence and right.

Ultimately,
the first trip around the unsatisfyingly small strip gets old fast, its winding
corridors become uninteresting and lose all novelty and variety within a matter
of mere hours. Two days should feel like enough or too much. After 2 or more days
straight of incessant weed smoking, it should seem unhealthy to not want a day
of rest.

While the main attractions can be seen in around an hour, you can spend much time going to
museums or nightclubs – of course, as you could do at home, the main difference
is that you can smoke Ganja in some of them. From expansive ranges, you’re able
to buy the herbs from coffee shops at roughly the same price as from your local
dealer. Despite the industrial-sized factory growth of the cannabis, the bud is
not cheaper. The Dutch government taxes xxxx.

Is a
dangerous place...you can get so enamoured with the attractive soullessness
that your aspirations in life diminish and your mind-state changes into an
empty sadness from a newly formed void that seems to have no deductible fix
other than the momentary or 'permanent' love and admiration of a good woman.

The
city surely is beautiful, with many wondrous scenes and, from a short list of activities, a uniquely releasing
atmosphere. However, there are a few hazards of disorderly management with the
occasional unfenced pile of sand / bricks, dangerously confusing traffic
routing and unsafe cyclists.

"My experience was complete with an introduction to a tree breed that, at that particular summer time of the year, rained down snow-like slow-falling leaves..."

Although the initial main reasons to come, the
smoking and the sex, cannot be done for very long without duplicitous pain, the beautiful city is worth
the cost of travel and may make you want to emigrate to its peaceful and civil
surface.